Chapter 2005 Fooled

Huanjue comes and goes even faster. Situ Reading

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He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood, and fell heavily. Fortunately, Mr. Qi reacted quickly enough and immediately stepped forward to lift Huanjue up, thus saving him from the embarrassing situation of falling to the ground and groaning.

"Xiao Feng, when did you... advance to the level of bravery?!" Sha Shenyue was filled with surprise and excitement, as if she was the one who was promoted and not Ye Feng.

"That's right, just before, I was promoted by luck." Ye Feng said with a smile.

Sha Shenyue didn't take it seriously. She knew that the cultivation of the physical realm was completely different from the cultivation of the martial arts realm.

Every time the physical body breaks through a realm, the effort required will increase geometrically.

To advance from "inner strength" to "brave" requires a lot of effort and some sacrifices. This is why Sha Shenyue was so cautious when she learned that Huanjue had broken through to the heroic stage.

In the realm of physical cultivation, every level is a breakthrough.

There is no such thing as a fluke.

Although Ye Feng said it easily, Sha Shenyue had already guessed that he must have experienced at least one life and death struggle in the short month he left.

"Huanjue, didn't you just say that you were the king here? Why, is this the talent of the Tiandao Sect's genius?"

After learning that Ye Feng was promoted to brave, Sha Shenyue was happy, but her mind also became active, and she took the initiative to challenge Huan Jue.

This guy just threatened and humiliated Ye Feng again and again, which made Sha Shenyue feel suffocated in her heart. She just took this opportunity to release it.

Huanjue was so angry that he was shaking all over.

If Ye Feng had provoked him, he wouldn't have been so angry, but being humiliated by an unparalleled beauty made him feel jealous and sour in his heart, as if he had drank a jar of old vinegar.

"Sir, let me take care of this kid."

Mr. Qi's expression became serious, and after feeling the anger in his young master's heart, he took the initiative to ask for help.

"No."

"This is a fair fight between me and him, you... are not allowed to interfere."

Huan Jue snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, stared at Ye Feng with a pair of cold eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "You are such a young man, even I have looked away. I didn't expect that you are also a physical practitioner." , no wonder I can’t kill you.”

"But... this is better. We have a fair fight. I want her to see with her own eyes what real physical training is."

"I also want her to know that the man she likes is like a dead dog in my eyes."

As he spoke, Huanjue reached out and took off the iron pestle on his back, and coldly snorted: "Show your weapons, you are a man, so don't back down."

Under the infusion of Yuanli, the iron pestle in his hand made a "buzzing" sound that broke through the air, showing his provocation.

When Ye Feng saw this, a smile appeared on his face.

Of course he knew Huan Jue's purpose.

In front of Shenyue, he was just pretending to be generous.

However, this terrain blocked the movement of Yuanli, so what did he have to worry about?

Ye Feng flipped his palm, already holding the Shamang Dao in his hand, and replied with a sneer: "In terms of martial arts cultivation, I may not be your opponent, but in terms of physical strength, Huan Jue, you are far behind. ”

Ye Feng did not just say this out of hand.

He had punched Huan Jue just now, and he felt that although Huan Jue was in the physical body and his cultivation had also reached the "brave stage", his strength was far inferior to his own.

The same result is enough to illustrate a problem.

This person must have been refined by some kind of body-tempering magic medicine before, and was able to advance to the level of bravery, instead of slowly tempering it bit by bit with great perseverance like himself.

Although both are brave, they are actually very different.

With absolute power, what should Ye Feng be afraid of?

Boom.

The battle was about to break out. Ye Feng kicked his feet, and his movement was like lightning, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards Huanjue. However, Huanjue stood there, motionless after his face straightened.

Of course Huanjue is also aware of his own weaknesses.

Physical strength is not Ye Feng's opponent, so he only defends but does not attack. However, Ye Feng has the killing sword in his hand, and his sword skills are wide open, only attacking but not defending.

"clang--"

The Shamang knife collided with the iron pestle, making a crisp sound.

After the two divine weapons collided, the huge backlash force caused Huanjue's tiger's mouth to burst. He almost lost control of the iron pestle in his hand and took a step back.

Ye Feng, on the other hand, seemed to be okay, advancing instead of retreating, one stab after another.

"Clang clang clang!"

After three consecutive blows, Huanjue's palm was dripping with blood, but he still desperately held on to the iron pestle.

Every time Ye Feng made a slash, he took a step back. When he took the third step, he finally couldn't help but let out a "wow" and spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

too strong.

Ye Feng's strength was indeed much stronger than Huan Jue's. The huge force carried by his knife directly shook Huan Jue's internal injuries. If he slashed a few more times, the opponent would not be able to fight anymore even if he did not admit defeat.

This is an absolute crushing of power. The power gained through forcible advancement with drugs is not even close to the power obtained through actual cultivation.

"If you admit defeat, I will let you go."

Ye Feng held the knife in his hand and looked at Huan Jue indifferently.

This person is a direct descendant of the Huan family of the Tiandao Sect. He has the support of the Tiandao Sect behind him, and his status is not comparable to that of ordinary warriors.

If I kill him, I will incur revenge from the Tiandao Sect in the future, which will affect the unity of the human race and leave an opportunity for the demon clan to take advantage of.

Ye Feng would not kill him unless it was absolutely necessary.

"You want me to admit defeat? How is that possible!"

Huanjue straightened his chest, cracked the corners of his mouth full of blood, smiled arrogantly, and said: "You... are just trash after all. You are not worthy of letting me admit defeat? Boy, you and I are not the same kind of people. We have different backgrounds. Want to If we fight again, let’s look at the knife in your hand.”

Ye Feng was surprised by these words. When he looked down, his brows suddenly furrowed.

I saw that the blade of the Heavenly Level Spiritual Weapon Shamang Dao in my hand had cracked four times at some point.

Just now he attacked with all his strength, but he didn't pay attention to the condition of the weapon in his hand.

"The spiritual weapon in my hand is called the Black Dragon Mace. It is a holy weapon of my Huan family."

Huan Jue sneered and shook his arms.

Some black iron filings were thrown off the iron pestle in his hand. As these pieces of iron filings disappeared, a brand new black weapon was revealed.

Seeing this Qimen Saint Weapon, Ye Feng finally understood what happened.

The opponent's weapon is not an iron pestle, but a rare and strange weapon - mace.

The so-called mace is actually similar to a sword, but unlike a sword, a mace is an extremely heavy blunt instrument. This blunt instrument is very suitable for physical practitioners with strong physical strength. It can be said to be specially built for physical practitioners. .

The most important point is that mace is the nemesis of all sharp weapons.

Any sharp weapon with an edge must have a thin edge, and as a mace without an edge, once it collides with a sharp weapon, it can be easily broken.

Huan Jue disguised the black dragon mace as an ordinary iron pestle, which was obviously intentional. After all, in the Shenwu Continent, the weapons used by ordinary warriors were mostly swords, which were all sharp weapons and were restrained by the mace.

"Now... your knife has cracks and is fragile. Maybe it will break with the next knife. When you don't have the weapon in your hand, will you still be my opponent?"

"So, the one who wants to admit defeat is not me, but you!"

Huan Jue grinned wildly, his face filled with pride.